A family of five move from Australia to Argentina trying to blend in like locals. The kids are learning Spanish, he's teaching English and she's doing a psychology degree. Sounds like fun to me.

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Going Italiano in Argentina.

We invited Rosario, Juan and their fourteen year old son,
Alejo over for dinner tonight.Rosario
was in contact with us several weeks before we arrived.She was there at the bus terminal to help
collect our mountain of luggage and she drops by every second day on her
electric scooter to see if we need anything.On several occasions, Rosario has picked us up to take us to her place
for a swim.

The toilet door still does not have a handle on it so we’ve
left a spoon in the bathroom in case anyone is locked in.I forgot to warn Alejo not to close the door
when he went to the toilet.Several long
minutes later we heard knocking from el
baño.Alejo had fallen prey to some Argentine “we’ll
fix it manaña.”

Talluah made a delicious pasta free lasagne using zucchinis
instead of pasta sheets.It was filled
with picada, which we finally learnt
means “mince”, béchamel sauce and a ton of vegetables brought from the
vegetable shop around the corner.She
also made a creamy carbonara pasta and garlic bread.We ate outside and the rain came to help cool
us down.Our back patio does have a roof
over it but the rain was bouncing up and wetting Juan’s feet.I asked him several times if he wanted to
move but he said it was fine.Rosario
was being dripped on through dinner and said she didn’t even notice.This is only one of the ways we’ve noticed
how people are very relaxed over here.

With a bit of Argentine influence, Talluah concocted apple
empanadas.The Castellano word for apple
is manzana.This dessert has been aptly named the
manzanapanada.Our guests brought along
ice cream to help the sweet empanadas along.

At the end of the night, Rosario checked her phone and found
a string of Whatsapp messages from Alejo from earlier in the evening - Mama.Mama.Help me.I’m locked in the toilet.Mama.Mama.